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In ancient times, in a far away land,
Lost in a forest, forgotten by man,
The whispering trees, they sang a lament,
A prophecy told, is how their song went.

The sun became moon, winter kissed spring,
With no one hear them, did they still sing?
The seasons were passing, in an endless flow,
Green upon gold, wind upon snow.

Silence it came, hushed was the wood,
Until one day, in that forest she stood,
Lost in the beauty, she stumbled and knelt,
Gasping in awe, as the snow it did melt.

Raising her eyes, hardly daring to breathe,
She reached her hand out, touching the trees,
Knowledge it flowed, from forest to heart,
The song then began, the adventure can start.

She must now leave here, to travel with fate,
To seek out the meaning, her destiny can't wait,
The trees standing silent, just a whispering wind,
As a legend is born, and a prophecy begins.